Paul F. McCann

BEYOND BASRA

Overhead the planes flew beyond Basra
somewhere to a place touched by the suns morning light,
where soldiers’ prayers go interceded
by angels in the warfare of their heavenly flight.

Some airmen foresee beyond Basra
to an eternity where rapturous songs are sung.
Through the dark thick clouds there’s a high holy ground
where heavenly realms Beyond Basra have clung.

It’s a welcome sight for all those who fight
their way through the bombs and guided missiles below.
Majestic – the flight from its depth to its height
where God calls home those to a heavenly glow.

Such beauty is rare you could never compare
all you can say is, “My God, your glory be.”
If your mind is set to where the soldiers’ prayers are met
beyond Basra then say one for me.